Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  Zhou Yuming vents his anger on his eldest son who resembles his wife when she goes out.

  "This matter can't be blamed entirely on the other party, Zhou Yi also has his fault." Zhou Chuan said a fair word.

  "Even if there's a mistake, it's none of your business for outsiders to criticize the Zhou family." Leng Zhi said coldly.

  "Leng Shu, your surname is not Zhou."

  This Leng Zhi Gao is getting more and more arrogant, to put it bluntly, he's just the brother of a mistress. He never knows how to restrain himself, now he even wants to interfere with his own family's affairs, as if he thinks he's dead.

  "Zhou Chuan, how dare you speak to Second Uncle like that?" Zhou Yuming was displeased now, wasn't this making things difficult for his old man?

  "Second uncle? Dad, don't you forget, my second uncle is still working at the Development and Reform Commission, when did we have an extra second uncle?"

  Zhou Chuan spoke without leaving any face, completely without intending to cover up for his own father.

  Leng Zhi Gao is just the second uncle of Zhou Yi, that cheap younger brother. He entered the Zhou Corporation by relying on his rarely seen aunt's face and became a medium-sized manager. It's only been a few years, and he doesn't even know what his own surname is. And there's also his useless younger brother, who can't even solve his own problems without finding an outsider? I'm not unaware of his usual behavior in school, but I just hope he'll make some effort and clean up the mess he made himself. Every time it's me who solves the problem. That wound isn't fatal, no need to bandage it like a mummy, really is the inferior gene of the Leng family.

  "Unfilial son."

  Zhou Yumin originally wanted to take out his anger on his eldest son, but unexpectedly ended up getting angry himself.

  "Dad, this time it's Zhou Yi's fault. If the other party apologizes, there's no need to make a big deal out of it. On Monday, I'll take Zhou Yi to school." Zhou Chong thought to himself, still needing to go to the hospital to ask for leave. He hoped that on Monday, the other party would know what's good for them and apologize early, so as not to waste effort.

  Thinking of Zhou Yi wasting his time, he couldn't help but glare at him. Originally, there wasn't enough time to begin with, and recently he had been practicing, stimulated by Yang Zongbao, hoping to stay in the operating room every day to improve his skills. But then again, where did that guy Yang Zongbao go today? He didn't see him all day in the operating room, making it hard for him to find someone to compete with and boost his morale.

  "Alright, let's just do it that way." Zhou Yumin really didn't want to discuss it with his eldest son anymore.

  This eldest son and his mother, like those relatives of theirs, appear harmonious on the surface but never change their own stance because of others. Damn it, the Zhous. Although he appears to be in a good position as the executive director of the Zhou Corporation, everyone knows that he is just an adopted son-in-law with no shares whatsoever. Due to his innate inferiority complex, Zhou Yumin doesn't like being destined to be the future successor of the Zhou Corporation from birth. He was originally just a poor kid from a rural village who was looked down upon and stepped on by others, now he is restricted everywhere. So he somewhat likes the abnormally grown-up Zhou Yi.

  "So I'll just suffer in vain?" Zhou Yi was forced by his brother's fierce aura, not daring to look at Zhou Chuang, and could only seek help from his father.

  "What are you still dazing about? Can't you hurry up and get out?" Zhou Yumin looked at his two sons with vastly different personalities, one born with a strong temperament and the other a good-for-nothing weakling, just like he saw himself back in the day. In a fit of rage, he almost threw away the pens on the table.

  "Dad, that's what Mom likes."

  Zhou Chuan's words successfully stopped Old Man Zhou from continuing his ravings.

  Chou Yi followed Chou Chu out of the study, as their rooms were in the same direction. Chou Yi trailed behind Chou Chu, not daring to speak. Towards this brother, Chou Yi and his father Chou Yu Min had the same attitude: jealousy, inferiority, fear.

  "Don't go out this weekend, stay home and reflect. Go with me on Monday." Zhou Chuan gave orders without considering the other person's feelings.

  "But I have an appointment with Feng Yuxiang..."

  Zhou Yi's words were swallowed back into his stomach. Because Zhou Chuang had turned around with an icy gaze.

  "Who is Feng Yuxiang?"

  Unexpectedly, Zhou Chuang opened his mouth, not blaming him for going out to play, but asking Feng Yuxiang, who immediately came in high spirits, eager to tell Zhou Chuang that he also had friends who had come up on stage.

  "Feng Yuxiang is really something, you don't know, during class he wouldn't listen to the lecture, instead he would listen to music, and his grades were still very good, the teacher didn't even dare say anything."

  "Is that all? What about your family situation?" Zhou Chuan almost cursed out loud, was this still a student?

  "Uh, it's just an ordinary family." Zhou Yi subconsciously explained: "That's what makes it so fierce, an ordinary family has such a genius..."

  "Alright, no more explanations. Don't come and go anymore." Zhou Chuang wasn't interested in listening anymore: "You're not allowed to go out with him on weekends."

  After finishing speaking, they arrived at their own room and opened the door to enter.

  As the door closed behind him, Zhou Chuan finally let out a sigh of relief. There were still two unsewn pig intestines on the desk. What a waste of time, if it weren't for that woman begging him before Zhou Yi's arrival, he wouldn't always be wiping Zhou Yi's butt.

  I really don't know why that woman fell for my dad in the first place, he's obviously a useless coward who only puts on a show in front of people who don't know any better. What a waste of a good woman.

  Zhou Chuan picked up the needle holder and began practicing suturing on a pig's large intestine, everything else was put to the back of his mind.

  Zhou Yi saw Zhou Chuan enter the room and didn't take his words seriously. He wasn't going out, but tonight there was a gathering, and not going would be embarrassing.

  "Brother-in-law, don't be angry, we have plenty of chances."

  Leng Zhi Gao, who was still in the study room, also had a belly full of anger. He had talent to have reached his current position today. However, time was still long, and after a while, he wouldn't be a nobody anymore.

  "Out of breath, high aspirations! You'd better go see Yuan Yuan soon, she never answers my calls."

  Zhou Yumin slumped on the sofa, saying weakly.

  "Uh-huh, got it. As a matter of fact, I'm going to visit my sister tonight too."

  Yang Zongbao slept very soundly that night and rushed to wash up and go to work at the hospital early the next morning.

  Because it's a weekend and there aren't many people working, it's more of an on-call system. So there isn't the pressure of handing over shifts, and everyone arrives around 8 o'clock at almost the same time.

  Good grief, Zhou Chuang and Hu Dong, the director, had a scheduled pancreatitis surgery today, so the two people arrived at the operating room almost one after another, about one minute apart.

  The situation is very embarrassing, in the summer everyone wears less clothes, but when entering the operating room, they have to change into scrub clothes, which means that everything on the body except for underwear has to be changed. The changing room is shared, with several rows of lockers, basically one locker per person for surgery and anesthesia departments.

  Yang Zongbao and Zhou Chuang's wardrobes, they only knew today that they were neighbors. As a result, Zhou Chuang was very embarrassed to meet Yang Zongbao in his underwear. One had a triangular shape, the other a quadrangular one; one was tight-fitting, the other loose; one was plain-colored, the other had large floral patterns.

  Yang Zongbao doesn't care, everyone is a man, just not very satisfied with the muscles on their own body, obviously can't compare to Zhou Chuang's thickness. What do men see when they meet? Compare money, compare power, compare capital. Capital can't be seen for the time being, but you can compare your figure.

  Yang Zongbao's slightly pouted mouth was seen by Zhou Chong as a sign of dissatisfaction with his own figure, so he quickly put on his clothes. He had indeed gained a bit of weight recently and needed to lose some. Ever since seeing Yang Zongbao's excellent surgical skills, Zhou Chong couldn't help but compare himself to him. Now that Yang's stomach was flatter than his own and his build thinner, it must be because he worked harder than himself. Subconsciously, everything Yang Zongbao did was a condition for his success.

  "Where did you go yesterday? I didn't see you at work?" Zhou Chuan could only use changing the subject to ignore his own anxious feeling.

  "Go to school." Yang Zongbao thought it didn't mean anything and there was no need to hide it.

  "Going back to school? Why?" Zhou Chuan couldn't believe his ears. What reason was this? Something that had never happened before, a working doctor going back to full-time university?

  "The director asked me to be his student."

  Anesthetic system?

  "Uh-huh."

  As soon as Yang Zongbao answered like this, Zhou Chuan gradually had a bad premonition.

  "Something happened in your school yesterday, right? It seems like one of your classmates got hurt."

  "Yeah, something happened and I lost my temper."

  "You know very well, don't you?"

  "Yeah, I was a bit impulsive."

  Zhou Chuan's forehead twitched violently. Had this kid beaten his own brother to the point of bleeding?

  "You..."

  Yang Zongbao suddenly stared at himself, and Zhou Chuan suddenly became tense.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  "You took the wrong laundry, this is mine."

  "Huh?"

  "Really, I usually use a marker pen to write my name on the collar."

  Yang Zongbao was afraid that Zhou Chong would not admit it, so he grabbed his collar and turned him over to take a look.

  "See, it's really mine."

  "Oh, sorry."

  Zhou Chuan said nothing but this, and there's nothing else good to say. Is Yang Zongbao really stupid?

  "Your school's matter has caused quite a stir."

  Zhou Chuan was saying this when Yang Zongbao was fastening his belt.

  "You've also heard? It's said that the other party's family has some money, and the school's teaching building was donated by them. Speaking of which, they have the same surname as you, Zhou."

  "He's my brother." Zhou Chuan felt like he was about to go crazy, couldn't this guy be any more careless?

  "Oh, sorry, but your brother is really not quite capable."

  Even if it was his own younger brother, being directly pointed out like this still made Zhou Chong's face unpassable.

  "Alright, it's your brother, not you, I won't look at you with colored glasses."

  Yang Zongbao saw Zhou Chuan's face was greatly shocked and comforted him according to his own understanding.

  "It's okay, are you going to work today? Then we'll be on the same stage."

  "Yes, I know. Just took a look at the patient, it's tough, the inflammation is very severe."

  Yang Zongbao becomes so absorbed in discussing medical cases that he forgets everything else.

  "Uh-huh."

  Two men almost clashed after a frank conversation, and their emotions reached a boiling point. Zhou Chu decided not to go on Monday and directly called the counselor, saying that he had already privately resolved the issue and that his younger brother would take care of it himself when he returned home today. He thought the other party was at least somewhat in the wrong, but if the other party was Yang Zongbao, then if Zhou Yitai wasn't overreacting, he wouldn't have argued with his own brother. This could be seen from his attitude towards Wang Liyang. Moreover, he still owed him a great favor, and this face couldn't be lost.

  Two men came out of the locker room one after another.

  Yang Zongbao was carefree, while Zhou Chuan was depressed. The proud him had never suffered such a loss before, but his opponent was the only person among his peers that Yang Zongbao admired. However, Yang Zongbao's age really couldn't be guessed from his face - 18 to 28 were all possible, and any number in between wouldn't have been surprising.